Verrin Ris'To
K'paur Pureblood
Verrin wasn't completely sure why he was walking back towards the Soggy Gungan on lower Coruscant. It had been awhile since last he had been there. A part of him wanted to check up on the Sith Lord and see if he was still there, and more importantly, ensure he wasn't causing too much trouble down in lower Coruscant. There wasn't a whole lot he could do to stop the Sith Lord, but that it was his responsibility as it was he who decided against telling the Council of what was really going on.
Another, much smaller part of him was curious about the Sith Lord. Verrin still was no expert on the various types of Dark Siders in the galaxy, but he was fairly sure they weren't like that. He let him live on what seemed like a whim, but the more Verrin thought it over the less it seemed like a whim. Did he not want to kill him? He was sure he could, and would, if he had to, but it was almost like the Sith enjoyed simple conversations as Verrin did.
Pushing open the door to the small inn, he stepped inside to the familiar sight of the worn, but welcoming, tables. The music playing by a new band from the stadium, well, he wasn't sure if they were new, but they weren't the ones who played last time. It shouldn't have been too surprising as no one could really work constantly. Maybe he had them on contracts, working certain hours every so often.
Verrin sat down on the same stool he had occupied last time, and smiled at the friendly bartender from last time, "Hello again, can I get some Zee Honey Whiskey, and I don't think I caught your name last time I was here."
It wasn't random as him ordering the Honey Whiskey was more to let the Sith Lord know he did not come with any intention of fighting... assuming he was indeed there. Last time Verrin wasn't able to sense him, and it wouldn't be surprising for him to still be able to despite his improvement in his Sensing.
[member="Christian Slade"]
Another, much smaller part of him was curious about the Sith Lord. Verrin still was no expert on the various types of Dark Siders in the galaxy, but he was fairly sure they weren't like that. He let him live on what seemed like a whim, but the more Verrin thought it over the less it seemed like a whim. Did he not want to kill him? He was sure he could, and would, if he had to, but it was almost like the Sith enjoyed simple conversations as Verrin did.
Pushing open the door to the small inn, he stepped inside to the familiar sight of the worn, but welcoming, tables. The music playing by a new band from the stadium, well, he wasn't sure if they were new, but they weren't the ones who played last time. It shouldn't have been too surprising as no one could really work constantly. Maybe he had them on contracts, working certain hours every so often.
Verrin sat down on the same stool he had occupied last time, and smiled at the friendly bartender from last time, "Hello again, can I get some Zee Honey Whiskey, and I don't think I caught your name last time I was here."
It wasn't random as him ordering the Honey Whiskey was more to let the Sith Lord know he did not come with any intention of fighting... assuming he was indeed there. Last time Verrin wasn't able to sense him, and it wouldn't be surprising for him to still be able to despite his improvement in his Sensing.
[member="Christian Slade"]